He hissed with each pseudo breath, staring daggers down at you.

"Insolent flesh-heap."

Ramattra growled fiercely through his vocoder, disgust lacing each of his words. His optics narrowed, flittering up and down your form with a look one could only assume as disdain. The omnic's unyielding grip on the shepherd's staff tightened, the deep purple void accelerator afloat in the center of the weapon rotating with each small movement of the staff. One thing was certain, he was fucking pissed.